INT. KFC OFFICE AFTERNOON: (The office contained six men and two women at a large round table. They are in a heated discussion.)
Title under: 1953
Ron Dirshem
Alright gang, we need to find a creative way to sell our product.
It isn't going to be easy, but god damnit we need to sell some chicken.
(A man in the corner raises his hand.)
Ron Dirshem (cont.)
Yes Paul, what ya got?
Paul Santon
Well I was thinking.... (all eyes looking at Paul), we could put it in a box!
(Everyone in the room is silent for a few moments)
Ron Dirshem
Wow Paul are you fucking serious with this?
I would of expected this from someone working for Mc Donalds
But not a respected employee of the Kentucky Fried Chicken
franchise. I'm so sick of you. I just want you to know i've been
fucking your wife! Alright anyone else got an idea?
(Everyone in the room stays uncomfortably quiet, until one woman raises her hand.)
Julie O'Connor
Um... well I was thinking we could make a little tote bag for it
kind of like a purse except paper.
(Ron looks at her with a look that says 'are you serious')
Ron Dirshem
Are you serious Julie? I mean when I hired you from that strip club what
was it? Shooters? Booters? Cooters?
Julie O'Connor
I believe you mean Hooters, where I was eating lunch with other workers
from Skippy Peanut Butter marketing.
Ron Dirshem
Yeah that is it Hooters! I never thought you'd be such a useless prostitute
but that is what I get. You know what Julie you should just go. Cause
i'm pretty sure i'm so upset right now i'd probably end up raping you.
(Jenie gets up and leaves the room frustrated. As she opens the door COLONEL SANDERS, enters yelling a storm.)
Ron Dirshem
Oh good damnit who let the Sanders in here?
Colonel Sanders
Hey Ron, what's going on here. I didn't get an invite, what's up with that?
Ron Dirshem
Maybe it was because you weren't invited, we bought your shares remember?
Colonel Sanders
Oh that was probably cause I was drunk. Hell Ron, i'm drunker then F. Scotts Fitzgerald on a good day.
Ron Dirshem
Oh my good you smell of piss what the hell? Your crotch is yellow on your suit.
Colonel Sanders
Well you know me Ronnie I just go with the flow. Hey what are you guys doing in here anyway, aren't you supposed to be making my birthday cake?
Ron Dirshem
What birthday cake? No we are discussing the packaging for the chicken.
Colonel Sanders
Well why don't you put it in a pail? Hell after I throw up in a pail I wish I had some chicken.
Ron Dirshem
Your out of your.... Wait... A bucket, why don't we put the chicken in a bucket.
(A smile comes across Ron's face as it turns into a black and white photo. Colonel Sanders sat in a chair drinking scotch from a bottle.)
Colonel Sanders
And that is how they stole another one of my ideas.
End.
Well that was weird hope you guys like it.
This post has been edited by Ganashi: 26 October 2008 - 04:24 PM

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